Orgdego needs to pay closer attention

Booboo, Orgdego’s night wolf, was being sassy tonight. They’d lingered around the nuclear site for days after the battle hoping to find evidence of the magister’s involvement in the horrific fray, and Booboo’s mood had grown sharp after all that fallout exposure and dry air.

The warrior Org had a bad habit of not paying close enough attention to his surroundings; between Booboo, his rune of up (assumed good to have; it hadn’t done much of anything up that point, truth be told), the blue-and-gold polearm that could move before his mind told it where to strike and his full Skylord Plate armor (with matching Shutter Knight helm, because he thought, correctly, that it looked crushingly bad ass), he was a rocket tank on legs. Nobody, even on the battlefield, fucked with Org.

Which is why it was so easy to sneak up on him — especially when he was focused elsewhere, such as poring over bloody crests and pommels and taking samples of the putrid magical residue caked across the cracked grey-green land. But the harder they come, the harder they fall. He hadn’t noticed the little phalanx of flying insects wrapping up his legs and positioning a large, silksteel net above Booboo until, as it often goes, it was too late.

Entered by: 0xd26E…6A0E and preserved on chain (see transaction)